The Love Project [on Hold]

Chapter seventeen: You're Not The First To Tell Me, Honey

Chapter seventeen: You're not the first to tell me, honey. 

Alexis' p.o.v

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We did not talk about yesterday. Well, theoretically it was this morning. But that's not the point, the point is that we didn't talk about us sitting together on the mountaintop. I was going to approach it. 

I had gone up to him and said, Travis? He had turned around with the same startled look in his eyes. Yeah, he had answered and kept on walking. I have to admit, I was a bit thrown off. Now thinking back to it, what reaction had I been expecting?

Anyways, we walked in a moment of silence. Then I opened my mouth and said, About yesterday... Yup, that's right, he cut me off by turning around so abruptly that I nearly crashed into him. His eyes were burning holes into my skin. What about yesterday? 

Yup, end of the conversation.  

Now we were walking along a path and hoping to meet some Austrians to help us get back to our school. 

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We are starving. 

Luckily we had found a little stream before to still our thirst. I just hope the water was clean... but it didn't look dirty or anything. And I mean water in the mountains were said to be pretty clean. 

''If we don't find anyone in the next twelve hours,'' Travis said casually, ''I'll have to eat you.'' 

I looked at him like he had just lost his mind. Which a person clearly has, if they talk about eating another human being.

Travis seemed to have noticed my outrage. '''We can't both starve to death. One of us might as well live,'' he explained. ''Don't worry I'll not make it painful.'' 

''So you thought it'd be you?'' I asked. ''The one who'll live.'' 

He stayed silent but I could see that grin on his face.

I huffed and said sarcastically, ''You're such a charmer.'' 

He threw his watch up and caught it again. A cocky smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he turned to face me. ''You're not the first to tell me, honey.''

''Have you maybe, I don't know, taken into consideration that I eat you? Huh?'' I snapped.

He nodded his head slowly. ''Yes, I have considered the other option but I decided I like mine more.''

I shook my head in disapprove, then I glanced heavenwards. ''Dear God, please, help this boy next to me. Both mentally and physically!'' 

Travis chuckled dryly. ''You're not the first one to say that either.'' 

''Could it be that I'm not the first at anything?'' The corner of my mouth quirked up as I glimpsed at him. 

He nodded his head, the corners of his eyes crinkled as the same lopsided grin appeared on his face.  ''That could very much be.'' 

''It's hard saying something to someone that someone else hasn't said to them yet,'' I said, voicing my thought out loud. My philosophic side was coming to surface. 

''True,'' Travis agreed slowly. He bobbed his head up and down and his lips were pressed into one thin line as he thought about what I had just said. ''But doesn't it depends on who said it to you?''

I turned to look at him from the side. My forehead puckered slightly. When he realized that I wasn't answering he turned towards me. He saw my frown and explained, ''If your mother told you, she's disappointed in your grade, it would be different than if your younger brother told you that you disappointed him with your grade.''